Copper Fallout

Copper Fallout

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It's been over 20 years since those horrific experiences on Copper-9. Friends, family, homes lost, gone. Join Uzi is reliving those memories all those years ago.
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The first time I woke up, it was with a simple purpose: Dismantle. When we were sent to Copper 9, the planet was already a frozen wasteland. The sun had died, or at least that's what the file my system loaded upon landing said. The reason didn't matter to me. All I knew was that there was an endless list of targets: Worker Drones. The first one didn't even have time to scream. I reached him before he could react, my claws piercing his torso and extracting his power source. Over time, the Worker Drones adapted. They were no longer easy prey and began to organize. Some built stronger shelters; others developed makeshift weapons. Each mission became harder, more chaotic. My companions, V and J, seemed to enjoy the increasing violence. For them, every hunt was a game, an opportunity to hone their skills. I pretended to feel the same, but inside, something was starting to break. I made mistakes, let drones escape that I could have eliminated. V accused me of being "too soft," but she never reported me. Maybe because she thought I was harmless, just a temporary glitch. But I wasn't. I didn't know that soon I would find someone who would change everything, someone who would show me I wasn't alone in my confusion. But until then, my existence remained an endless cycle of unanswered questions and an increasingly hollow purpose. That void needed a revolution.

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